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Monday, October 27, 2014

Today I'd like to share an excerpt from a new Paranormal WIP...it is also a piece that i entered into a flash fiction contest that won. It was originally written just for the flash fiction but i liked it so well i've decided to continue with it, into at least novella size.

“Please
go away, I promise I’ll never hurt you. I just came here for peace and quiet.”

After hearing a ruckus outside, Piper
stood in the doorway of her mountain hideaway, not seeing a thing through the
darkness of night and trees but knowing something was there. For days she’d been leery to go outside the
cabin, afraid of the howling sounds invading her private cove hidden among the
monstrous pines. Sleep evaded her the
last three nights as the wolf echoes came closer and closer. At times, the low
growling was so near it gave her the chills.
It couldn’t be, but Piper swore the wolf had been right below her
window.

She couldn’t believe her eyes. The wolf she knew had been keeping her awake
all hours of the night suddenly appeared in the clearing, standing a mere fifty
feet from the cabin. Her body began to
shake uncontrollably. The more fear that
racked her slender frame, the closer the wolf came until he was at the base of
the porch steps.

“Shoo now, be a good doggie.” Shit, I
don’t even have a weapon to fend him off.

Frozen where she stood and too
afraid to retreat, Piper watched as the wolf ascended the stairs, changing with
each step he took until right in front of her face stood a gloriously naked
man.

A faint whisper invaded her mind as
strong arms caught her before everything went dark.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

“Why can’t I be like any other twenty-something man and have
a better-than well-paying job in New
York City with a Lingerie Supermodel for a girlfriend?Instead I’m in some god-forsaken Christmas
cow town because my weird grandmother has no one else to run her B&B.Damn it, I don’t want the job.I went to Harvard.”Porter Whiddamore stood outside the mansion
style home turned Bed and Breakfast his grandmother on his dad’s side,
ran.

“I hate
this house.”

“How
could you hate this house?It’s
beautiful.It’s an interior decorator’s
dream come true.”

“Yes well it isn’t really my
thing, old houses I mean.”He held out a
hand to the goddess melting him with her crystal blue eyes.“I’m Porter.”

“Hi
Porter, are you staying here too?”She
gently placed her soft fingers in his firm grip, the strength her hand followed
through with nearly sent his overactive libido into a tailspin. His eyes scanned from her toes to where
their skin touched, sizzled, before expanding his view slowly over her well uh...
placed upper torso.His perusal finally
stopped at those crystal blue pools that were now burning a hole into his soul.